Atlantic Sailing

At Full Sail

When the Galeón Andalucía is fully out in the ocean this is when the full historical impact is felt. When the engines are stilled and the sails unfurled there’s a keen sense of the timeless, as the sounds of creaking ropes, rushing waves and flapping sails fill the air.

Arrival | Fort Lauderdale |  Los Marineros |  Life Aquatic | At Full Sail |  Feast of St. Augustine

As always I’m up at the earliest light, and the prospect of rain and storms just made the dawn so much more exciting. Just to see a wild ocean dawn from such a setting was a photographers dream. Mother nature didn’t disappoint.

What’s much more clear when you’re sailing is the way that clouds catch the light, and seem to glow and breathe as the light touches them.

The crew were soon quietly busy, and as the watch changed the smell of coffee reached the  forecastle, where I was standing just taking it all in. The rain was coming for sure, but what a place to feel the force of a rainstorm. At such times its not hard to think of the Atlantic crossing and how the wind would be the engine of such trips. If the winds were not available, then, it’s time to improvise.

There was no particular rush to get to St. Augustine. We were maybe ten miles off the shore – a lighthouse faintly visible. The St. James Lighthouse at Port St. Lucie maybe? By midday it was time to see if the sails could catch any kind of breeze. Soon the guys were climbing the rigs of first the gallant then the maintop masts, and ropes were loosened.

The fine forecoarse sail above the forecastle looked magnificent…